Pale_qm

This is a shot of the pale ale I’m making being transferred into secondary. 

I’m calling it Pale_qm because I used some leftover dark malt in this batch, and you can’t put actual question marks into the tabs in Excel. I don’t like ingredients just hanging out hoping to be used and this quality is probably one of the big things that leads me astray when it comes to brewing recipes.

Steeping grains (for about 40 min @ 160):
.5 lb Victory
.5 lb Caramel
.75 lb Caramunich 

Malts:
6.72 lb pale LME
.5 dark malt extract (dry)

Hops:
3/4 oz Newport, previously used in dry hopping an IPA @ 06
1/4 oz Newport  @ 45
1 oz Hallertauer @ 30
.25 oz Hallertauer @ 5
and 1/2 tsp Irish Moss @ 5

Yeast: I reused the yeast I pitched in the Earl Gray Brown beer, which I’ll be writing about soon. The original yeast was: Wyeast London 1318 and 1028. The OG was 1.072, and…well, that’s all I can tell you at this point.

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52 Weeks 24: Southern Oregon Woodshed Red

It’s raining heavily tonight, and the city is that mythical mixture of gray and green that people often think Portland is like all the time. Like spring and fall exist here perpetually. My beer is not mythical, rather it is typical; a simple red ale, easy to drink and unassuming. The kind of beer I’d give to someone as an introduction to craft ales, because it tastes good and can be paired with a lot of munchies, but isn’t so forceful that someone will be put off by it. 

It’s difficult for me to resist despair these days I’m afraid. The rain (along with politics, economy, and rough sleeping habits) has made me pensive, so the reader will have to indulge me a little tonight. Driving to the bar the sky was that beautiful monotone, with the clouds setting into the city like old friends on a couch. The colors that were left struck out boldly, a cocked hip in the stance of the evening. NoMeansNo sung me to the bar through the tape deck, we’re all just like this…only human.

I feel more human than superhuman these days. It’s unfortunate because superhumanity seems to be called for.

The night falls and the neon starts to pop out more, giving everything that faux Blade Runner look that makes me want to be the noir detective again. I’d be a terrible noir detective though; I despise MacGuffins and I prefer my dames to be of the non-smoking variety. Plus there’s that whole part where I’d get beat up, and I don’t want to get beat up.

I’m at Bailey’s in the midzone, after everyone from the after-work crowd has left, before the regulars of the night arrive, and maybe that’s contributing to my verbosity and exaggeration. Noir detectives lived in worlds of black and white, but had lives where things were shaded. So it is now; the workers have gone home, the night gang (including Sparky, the Prof. and the after-hours crew) are still hours away. The tables seem isolated, focused inward and reluctant to welcome outsiders. Geoff clears away the tables, changes the kegs and grabs a quick bite while he can do it, entertaining the men holding up the bar. I get to sit in a corner and write . 

That’s probably as noir as I’ll get. Except for Rage Against the Machine’s cover of Pistol Grip Pump on the speakers. That’s just the kind of song that makes a fella feel badass. 

If I was the emoticon type, that’s where you’d get a wink. But I am not, so you won’t. 

Ah, I see my pint is broken. I do believe it’s time to fix that.

It’s Alive!

Sometimes, a beer is bought because of the title. The style is almost irrelevant. This is one of those times.
I’m sure that there is a class of man who could refuse this beer. I am not, nor will I ever be amongst them. Fortunately for me it was a tasty beer mining the belgian sour flavors, but not too strongly so this beer was still very drinkable.

Not so my next choice, which was also picked due to the name.
It’s probably not a good idea to name your beer Terrible unless you’re really sure you’ve got a winner. Let’s face it, if the beer isn’t good the jokes are just too easy to make, aren’t they? I’ll spare you my wit and get right to the point; this beer had a medicinal taste to it that ruined everything about it. I bought this to share with my sister and brother in law, and none of us could stomach this dark ale. Now that said, I believe this was a dark lager style and I have yet to find a beer of this style that I’m fond of.

Amber completed

I think I’m going to have to try this beer with other ambers next to it. Rogue’s Dead Guy, or Alaksan’s Amber ale. I think it tastes right, but it’s been so long since I had a regular amber beer I just don’t know.

After a little research, it looks like Dead Guy isn’t an amber but a maibock, so I got myself an Alaskan Amber ale, and this is what I got from that beer: very clear and with a quickly dispersing head. But the carbonation is consistent and almost lager-like in quality; even as I type little fountains of carbonation disturb the surface of my beer. The beer is very clean, and very malty. There’s a hop nose which is skunky. I don’t go for that, but the bitterness doesn’t show up, so you can swallow this beer in great gulps, but still find it very tasty if you want to sip it. The label says it’s an alt style beer, but I don’t have it in me to get more ambers to compare.

In comparison my beer isn’t as clear as ambers ought to be. Nor is it quite as vigorously carbonated. The bubbles are smaller, almost like champagne. They exist, but are so faint that they don’t really provide the drinker (me I guess) much to smell. There’s a faint bitterness to the flavor however, which is good because my amber is a bit too sweet. This hinders the drinkability of the beer, making it less of a session ale. Once again, I think I added the yeast too soon. With the next beer (an IPA) I think I’ve solved that, but I wasn’t as attentive to the wort temperature as I should’ve been and I think this beer shows it. The clarity is also slightly troublesome. I’ll have to ask if there’s something I’m doing that is making my beer cloudy. 

So this needs a little more work.

52 Weeks 23: Cascade Spring IPAnox

Despite my perturbed look, I’m actually quite pleased to be here. It’s been a scorching Spring day, and I have done yardwork, bottled beer, visited friends, battled with the stupid, unfortunately, gone to my dance lesson, and now, finally, I am at the shelter of Bailey’s. I deserve this beer.

My selection of ale was a little less smooth though. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but choices must be made. 
“Eh….Mojo Risin’.”  
And the barkeep, Michael (I believe, please forgive me if I’ve gotten this wrong) says,
“You’ve already had this.”
 Which explains the bad feeling that I’d had when I ordered it. It’s got the title of a beer I would order, but looking back at the post, I hope I can be forgiven for not remembering that I’d had it. There’s a lot of beer between me and the Mojo. 

But it’s nice to know I have readers.

Cascade Spring’s beer is awesome for a couple reasons. First, there’s and x in the name. Anything with an x in the name is automatically more awesome than something that does not have an x in the name. Tyrannosaurus Rex? Cooler than other dinosaurs because of the x. If the Romans had decided to use the world King instead of Rex, not only would we have some serious linguistical and/or time travel problems on our hands, but the T-Rex just wouldn’t be as awesome.

Second, this is a fine IPA. Lighter in color than the typical IPA, and with a nice pine nose, this beer isn’t overwhelming in any sense, but there’s no mistaking it for a pale ale, either. There’s a fine bitterness in this beer that runs through the sip of it, while the malts appear long enough to create a distraction, like some kind of 3-card-monte. I don’t know that I’d go so far as to recommend this IPA to IPA haters, but to people on the fence and who like pale ales, I’d say give it a shot. 

A special thanks to the Santeria Taqueria, who delivered a plate of nachos across the street to soothe a hungry stomach after a long day. They were delicious and I hope to sample their menu again.

Calm Wit 3

The story goes like this: About three years ago the OBC had a contest for the right to have a beer served at the Horsebrass pub. It was the pub’s 25 anniversary, and they’d asked for beers from many local brewers, but had also worked out a deal for the winner of the OBC contest to have their beer brewed with the people at Laurelwood, and served. 

So I joined a team of people and we made a wit beer with chamomile tea. And it won. Triumphs all around, we had our beer brewed with professionals and served to the public, a great day was had by all, right? 

Well actually, yes. But it has led to the most commonly asked question by my friends; When are you going to make that beer again?

It was a good beer. Why not try to repeat the success? Except I have been unable to re-brew this beer. Or I have, but the beer has been undrinkable to the point where I have had to pour out five gallons of beer because it tasted like swampwater. Twice. 

Granted, my first time brewing this beer was with some people who were far more experienced and certainly their knowledge and skills helped a great deal. I’ve made a few beers since then though, I ought to be able to make this beer again. Or at least come close, right? 

So into the breech once more.

These were my steeping grains:
1.25 lb Flaked Oats
1 lb Gambrious Pils

When I strained them out of the wort, they looked like this:

yum?
yum?

 Does anyone want to drink something made from this? I’d already stared having misgivings and the yeast wasn’t even in.

Next in was:
6.67 lb of Wheat malt
.5 lb Dry dark malt
(both extracts)

At the boil, I added the following:
1 1/8ths oz Golding @ 60
1/4 th oz Hallertauer @ 35
just under 1/8th tsp Grains of Paradise
1/4th tsp crushed coriander  seeds
1/4th tsp dried orange
less than 1/8th tsp bitter orange
zest of one orange–all @ 5

Finally, I added two packs of Wyeast 3974. What I got was a beer that initially looked like this:

racing stripes!
racing stripes!

This…this also does not look promising. I mean really; what the fuck is going on there? Two days later, the yeast would tell me what was going on there.

overflow
overflow

 Yup, the thing blew the airlock. 

After two weeks the beer has settled down a bit, and I put it into secondary yesterday. It smelled quite yeasty with a slight citrus undertone, so I’m actually hopeful this will turn out well.

What is it?

I made a belgian IPA and although the initial look wasn’t so hot, the results have been pretty good. But how do I describe this? One of the pluses of being a homebrewer is that you can make anything, as with this pal who has made a cat themed beer. I do not know the specifics of it, but he has told me that catnip and other ingredients are involved.

The minuses would be; how the hell do you describe it? In the case of a beer made with catnip I think I might just default to good/bad, just because it’s so alien. However while a belgian IPA might be off the beaten trail, it’s not like searching for Dr. Livingston. 

You can’t tell from the photo, but the beer does have a light carbonation to it; the head drifting on the top like peach fuzz. The aromas are malt-sweet and citrusy, but they’re very light, almost faint, really.

I think this beer may have again suffered from me putting the yeast in too soon; there is an estery quality that shouldn’t be present in an IPA style. But is it OK in a belgian? Is it possible I did everything right and the yeast is doing exactly what it’s supposed to?

There is a bitterness to the back end which is actually nice. Sweeps away the sweeter flavors, reminds me that I put hops in this beer damnit, and they have a say in how things taste. Plus, it helps the beer go with foods like spicy potato chips, holding it’s own quite nicely and keeping my poor tongue from burning for very long. 

I brought this beer to the fine people at the OBC, and to my surprise the response to it was quite positive. No questions of potential mistakes. No curious disappointments. So I did it well, even if I can’t tell you exactly how it tastes.

The question really is; can I make it again?